Poor Taoist Qiu Chuji

Chapter 129 Riding a Tiger to the South

The rain is like smoke, the mountains are green, and even though the early autumn wind has already blown across the sparkling river surface, there is still green everywhere you look.

It was getting dark, the wind was getting stronger, the rain was sparse and the air was getting colder. The two men and the horse quickly stepped over the puddles of water, running on a deserted mountain path.

The one holding the reins was the man sitting at the back, but the woman sitting at the front was responsible for steadying the man behind her. Judging from the man's pale face, he must have been seriously injured.

The man is as handsome as a jade tree and the woman is as beautiful as a blooming flower. They seem to be a perfect match, but it is obvious that they are not actually lovers or husband and wife, at least not yet.

Because even though the two of them could fall off their horses at any time, they still did not stick very close to each other. There was always a distance of two palms between their bodies.

The sound of horse hooves covered up the whistling sounds of hidden weapons flying. The man behind him suddenly let out a muffled groan, and then rolled to the side. The woman pulled him and was pulled off the horse. Fortunately, it had just rained, and the road was covered with mud and grass, so even if he fell off the horse, it was not very painful.

However, the man was obviously injured, and his originally pale face turned an unnatural red, and blood then dripped from the corner of his mouth.

"You...you go quickly! Go to Mount Zhongnan and find the half-god and half-immortal Qiu Chuji to avenge me." The man pushed the woman, then barely turned over, took out a half-broken flute from his sleeve, and prepared to resist the enemy alone.

But before the woman could say yes or no, she heard a strange laugh, and then someone in the forest said like a mandrill: "Since we know that you and that person are good friends, how could we let anyone leak the news?"

"Dongxie Huang Yaoshi... What a resounding name, what a dazzling signboard, but since you are looking for precious medicine everywhere, let us brothers seize the opportunity, how about it? The taste of the Seven-Star Begonia is not pleasant!"

"No matter how skilled you are at medicine, you will not survive if you are poisoned by this strange poison that is colorless, odorless, and leaves no trace!"

"Hand over the magical skills you created together on Mount Zhongnan. We brothers will let you suffer less sin before your death. We also promise not to violate the girl beside you. She will just be buried with you."

"However, you will have such a beauty accompanying you on your way to the underworld. Even if you die, it won't be unjust."

Huang Yaoshi listened to the sound and determined the location, then he drew out a wisp of sword energy and struck in the determined direction.

As soon as the sword energy left his hand, he vomited blood.

The magic skill of reversing the two poles and six harmonies created by the six people together is indeed the best and most unique magic skill in this world. If the three magic skills of Beiming Divine Art, Eternal Spring Art and Small Formless Art cannot be combined, then this magic skill can be said to be the best.

Because it is epoch-making and transcendent, it has made half a step forward on the original basis and concept, just half a step, which is enough to create a long distance between it and other martial arts.

But it is also immature, the two yin and yang are reversed, and the sword energy cannot enter the Dantian. Although it alleviates the problem that the sword energy is too sharp and difficult to tame after compression, as long as the practitioner is severely injured and is in a situation where he can't control himself, using it will hurt others before hurting himself.

Huang Yaoshi was honestly "hindered" by this martial art. The poison of the Seven-Star Begonia caused his body to go out of control, and the sword energy caused his meridians to become chaotic and his internal organs to be damaged, which made him no match for these gangsters.

"Kill if you want to, you are a bunch of villains who dare not show up. It's a pity that I gave this magical skill to you...!" Huang Yaoshi looked at the direction where the sword energy was shot out, and sure enough, it only hit a bird. Although his face turned red and white, there was no sign of discouragement between his brows.

These guys are hiding their heads and showing their tails. They only say a few words and even use birds as cover. Aren’t they afraid of his counterattack before his death?
"Why? Why make it so ugly!" A figure gradually emerged from the woods after hearing the words.

Huang Yaoshi, who originally had a confident look on his face, was suddenly stunned.

Obviously, he saw a figure that he had originally thought would never appear here.

"Haha...haha! The Jiangnan Liu family's four generations of chivalrous reputation are exchanged for a martial arts secret book...is it worth it?"

"The 72 fast and slow sword moves and Qingyun Gong handed down by your Liu family are both top-notch martial arts in the martial arts world. They have long been something that ordinary people could never achieve in their lifetime..." Huang Yaoshi's heart sank. When the man in front of him appeared, he knew he had guessed wrong again.

The ones coming might not only be gangsters, but also masters who have been famous for a long time. He might not take such masters seriously in his prime, but in the current situation, even if he tried his best to reverse the flow of blood and energy in his meridians, he would not be able to drag too many people down with him, unless he could make these people show their heads and gather together.

"That's right. Even if it's the Yi Jin Jing from Shaolin Temple or the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms from the Beggars' Sect, I will just return them with both hands and never touch them at all."

"But... Liuhe Divine Art is different! You know very well that it's different! It is rumored in the martial arts world that those who practice this art can transcend the mundane world and become immortals!" Liu Rumei, the current head of the Jiangnan Liu family, said with fanaticism in her tone.

Becoming an immortal is nonsense, but it has a best spokesperson.

Quanzhen Sect of Mount Zhongnan, Qiu Chuji!

Looking at what Qiu Chuji has done over the past few years, it is definitely not enough to be summed up in the four words "a wild man in the martial arts world".

He abducted Qin Hui in the palace, beheaded Jin Wushu in front of the army, went deep into Shangjing to kill the Jin emperor, and frightened the Song emperor to death in Lin'an. Aren't all these proofs of his inhumanity?

Naturally, the martial arts he practiced also became the true magical skills that everyone yearned for...the martial arts that could enable one to become an immortal.

Lord Duan of Dali holds a high position, Hong Qi of the Beggars' Sect controls the largest gang in the world, and Wang Chongyang is now the lord of the Central Plains. Among the few people who have learned of this magical skill, only Huang Yaoshi, although not alone, has no power to rely on, and his strength is the least obvious.

After careful planning and setting up a trap, Huang Yaoshi was finally forced into this desperate situation.

Huang Yaoshi shook his head: "How can we trust rumors in the martial arts world?"

He was a practitioner of the magical skill of Reversing the Two Principles and Six Harmonies, so he knew very well that even though this martial art was unprecedented in history, it was not heaven-reaching.

For Qiu Chuji to have such magical powers, he must have other methods. What he saw was just the tip of the iceberg.

"Whether you believe it or not is our business, and you... just need to hand over your magic skills." Liu Rumei said with a fanatical look.

Huang Yaoshi said: "Since you are here, then who else should come out as well!" "Even if I want to die... let me die knowingly."

"I can't be like this and you're still afraid of me and dare not show up!"

"If this is the case, then apart from Manor Master Liu... there is no other hero here, and no one is worthy of being entrusted with divine power."

Huang Yaoshi has already decided to fight to the death, and he would try to kill as many people as possible before he dies.

Although these people took advantage of his confidence in medicine and pharmacology and tricked him into being poisoned by the Seven-Star Begonia, they certainly didn't know how powerful the magic skill of Reversing the Two Principles and Six Combinations was, and how lethal it would be once it erupted.

The only pity is that once the explosion occurs, Huang Yaoshi thinks he will only have ten breaths at most, so he has to try his best to provoke the enemy.

"He is trying to trick us, don't be fooled!" someone said in the forest.

But as the voices were speaking, one figure after another walked out.

Looking at the figures that walked out, Huang Yaoshi sneered: "Peng Yuchun of the Beggars' Sect, Mu Lingzi of Kongtong, Liang Dingyi of Putuo, Black Third Lady of Taihu Water Village, Young Master Tu of Xiaoshan... Well, well, well! Now it seems that I am not wronged. You people should be ready for battle even if I were in my prime."

"We are here to let you leave with your eyes closed."

“Hand over your magical skills and don’t hide them. Otherwise, after we kill you, we will go to the Peach Blossom Island and kill your entire family!” said Peng Yuchun of the Beggar Gang viciously.

This man was an elder of the Clean Clothes Faction of the previous generation of the Beggars' Sect. After Hong Qi began to deal with the differences between the Clean Clothes Faction and the Dirty Clothes Faction, the Clean Clothes Faction was mostly cut off from the Beggars' Sect. Although the name of the Beggars' Sect is still used in the martial arts world, it can actually be regarded as another force.

The so-called Clean Clothes Sect were originally some families that relied on the protection of the Beggars' Gang and did business everywhere. They were not the same kind of people and did not make a living by begging. They just grew stronger under the irrigation of the Beggars' Gang. After they developed, they looked down on those beggars who were covered in mud and stench, so they split into the Dirty Clothes Sect and the Clean Clothes Sect.

In fact, if it weren't for the emergence of a man like Hong Qi from the Dirty Clothes Faction, the Clean Clothes Faction would have almost swallowed up the Beggars' Sect and used the Beggars' Sect as thugs for several families to do business and seize territories.

Huang Yaoshi was about to sneer when he heard this.

Suddenly, I heard a voice that was not very heroic or deep, but strong enough and intimidating: "Who wants to kill my friends and their families?"

Before he finished speaking, a tiger roared.

A nearly seven-meter-long golden-haired and black-striped tiger jumped out of the forest and walked towards us step by step. The wind blew its hair, and it seemed to emit a golden glow under the night sky.

It doesn't even need to show its claws and fangs. Just a glance reveals the majestic aura of a king.

Everyone who was locked in its gaze felt a chill run down their spine and dared not move.

A tiger this big is definitely not ordinary.

Could it be the god of this mountain?

"Mountain... Mountain Lord?" Putuo Liang Dingyi exclaimed.

Ordinary tigers can also be called "tiger", but it is only a nickname.

A true mountain king is like the god of the mountain, with the power to suppress all beasts and make nature submit.

The nearly seven-meter-long tiger in front of you is such a giant beast. When you see it, you will lose your courage and have no courage to fight against it.

When everyone saw the Taoist priest walking out of the forest following the tiger, they felt cold all over. Even if they were still alive, they were half dead.

The originally ferocious and powerful tiger came close to the man and rubbed his palm with its big head. It was as well-behaved as a big fat orange cat, not a golden tabby cat from the Northeast.

“Yes...it’s you!”

"Demigod, half immortal Qiu Chuji!" Mu Lingzi murmured.

He was also a martial arts prodigy of his generation. He founded the Kongtong Sect in Kongtong Mountain when he was thirty years old. Now, he is over seventy years old, and his skills are still profound, but he has not been around in the martial arts world for a long time.

But his achievements are not even worthy of Qiu Chuji's.

"What do you think? Should I do it, or should you do it yourself?" Qiu Chuji asked Huang Yaoshi.

Huang Yaoshi smiled and said in a relaxed tone: "Of course I will do it myself!"

Now that Qiu Chuji has arrived, his life will certainly not be in danger. Once the poison is removed and his strength is restored, he will personally settle accounts with each and every one of these people.

"Then do it yourself!"

"I'll stamp them for you, so that they won't run away! You're the one causing the trouble!" After saying that, Qiu Chuji just waved his hand, and several invisible energies poured into the bodies of these people without any hindrance. No matter if they had already appeared or were hiding in the forest, no one could escape.

"With your abilities, you won't be able to dissipate this energy for a hundred years. Just stay where you usually stay and wait for you to join forces or wait alone. Don't run... don't escape, otherwise the energy will explode and you will die immediately!" Qiu Chuji said, and then turned to Huang Yaoshi and said, "I know you won't hurt innocent people, let alone your family. But in order to avoid trouble, you can use the Mind-Extinguishing Spell on their children and wives to make them forget their memories. I derived this method from the Soul-Transferring Technique, and I will teach you later."

(End of this chapter)